May 26, 2008 23:32
Loving Your Lover
yoomin; pg-13; 200 words
He's so drunk that he can barely talk. Well no, actually, you're pretty sure he's faking it - like he needs a reason to be easy. He grabs your hand, grabbing and squeezing as you hail a cab. The two of you slip in with surprising ease. Climbing onto your lap, he presses a hand against your jeans and shuts you up with his lips as soon as you finish telling the driver where to go. He's everything you dreamed of - okay that's a lie. But you're a sucker for clichés, have always wondered what it felt like to live one.
You're gentle with him at first, treat him like he's delicate (him and his soft, soft lips and deep, deep eyes). He gasps your name in that husky way he always does. He has a knack for making everything he says sound like a secret. You think, just for a second, you swear, that you wouldn't mind being that safe place for him. You wonder if he's this delicate with others. If he gives this much to everybody. You want something from him.
But sadly, by morning, you're pretty sure all Yoochun can give you is heartache.
Very, very sure.
p:yoochun/changmin,
*type:dbsk-flasfic